Angel wings so pure and white

carrying prayers throughout the night

lifting them up for God to hear

Holding them close, keeping them near


Angel wings so tattered and torn

Guardian angel to me sworn

taking a stand between,

myself and sin

keeping it out, not letting it in.


Angel wings sometimes not  there

quietly waiting, showing some care

not all angels have wings you know

sitting beside you, where ever you go


Angel wings all splattered with red

victims of war, so I’ve heard said

comfort to the injured and dying

battling for souls, their tears drying


Angel wings all black and singed

falling from grace, victim of sin

temptations too much for even the pure

mourning for ever and ever more.